So maybe in one way, the Super Bowl is a bit like a Jewish Holiday. You start celebrating the night before. For the big game, it’s actually the week before, or technically the week before the week before, to be exact. That’s where we are right now, which puts us squarely in the thick of unnecessary hype. So if you don’t like what you hear right now, just wait. Because you’ll hate it even more the 500th time 10 days from now.
The interview won’t air until tomorrow, but the story that Lance will admit to Oprah of using performance enhancing drugs makes us all ask the same question. Does Oprah still have a network?
That’s really the only revelation likely to come from the dialogue, since only the most ardent disbelievers still imagined Lance rode clean all these years. He’ll tell the public limited facts about the process, although allegedly he won’t admit to being the so called “ring leader” of the sophisticated drug program. He’ll simply admit to being just another guy in the peloton who doped to stay relevant, just like everyone else on the road. He’s part of the gang, just no Al Capone. Given Armstrong’s actions over the years, it’s hard to image this to be true. But truth seekers will have to settle for this for the time being.
It seems the topic of the hour is government spending. So I’ll continue that dialogue, at least as it pertains to the state of Pennsylvania. The current governor of that state Tom Corbett is angry about $60 million of state funds that are scheduled to be spent largely out of state. It’s a result of the penalty levied by the NCAA on Penn State for its part in the recent child abuse scandal in its athletics department.
So as years go, 2012 may not have been our finest. But, alas, and mercifully, it is coming to a close. Yet generally time is not the best aid to remembrance nor perspective. And with that we look back on the year that’s nearly past, not with an acute vision on recent events but with a more reflective eye on this year’s whole body of work. In other words, sometimes it’s hard to remember something that happened even a month ago, much less 10 or 11.